Blood stained smile - william afton x transmasc reader

idiot

Your wrist was starting to hurt with Williams tight grip on it as he dragged you back to his office, he threw you against the desk and locked the door behind him. anxiety was starting to get to you, locked in a room with the craziest bitch you knew.

"heyyyyyy willy" you began only to be cut off by him giving you a death glare, you knew it was time to shut up.

"you've got some fucking nerve you know that" in a few strides he was right in front of you pinning you against the desk, starring down at you with cold grey eyes, it felt like his gaze was piercing your skull as the awkward silence continued.
you felt his arm move behind you and pick something up, oh god what had you gotten into.
"now then doll, which finger do you feel like loosing." he spoke so calmly like this was a completely normal conversation to be having. without thinking you snapped back in the worst way you could.

"wow fuck you then you british cuck" you were going to lose a limb anyway, why not go out with pizazz. Williams eyebrow twitched with annoyance and with one swift movement he placed the knife up against your throat.

"h-hey dude, chill the fuck out maybe" you panicked and stuttered out whatever you could possibly muster in that moment, which wasn't as confident as you had ment it to be.

"god you are irritating" William removed the knife from your neck allowing you to breath a little. "you're lucky i've had a semi-good day or i would have slit your throat" you sighed and started back at William who had sat down on the other side of the desk.

"I. I will keep that in mind" you internally hit yourself for how anxious you seemed, to any other person it would seem perfectly normal to seems scared after having a knife to your throat but no, this was so embarrassing. a few seconds of silence followed your remark when William decided he would be the one to break it.

"you're British too you can't insult me?" he seemed genuinely confused like it had taken him a good second to realise that you were also British (if you're not british sucks to be u ig)

"wow how long did that one take ya" you laughed sitting on the swivel chair opposite from him. sometimes you really did wonder where you got the nerve, spinning on the chair was fun for about 5 seconds but you were bored again and annoying your boss is fun.

"hey WILLLLLLLLLLLLL" you whined waiting for a response.

"what." his voice was clearly annoyed and awaiting the incoming pestering.

"so you know how we've been friends for SOOOOOOOOO long"

"it's been like 2 months but OK"

"wow rude, ANYWAY. you should like totally buy me food"

"you are living at my house? and you want me to buy you food" he was right after all but you weren't going down without a fight.

"but i'm just a minimum wage employee at some shitty pizzeria and you're like NOT a minimum wage employee" no because where did the nerve come from, he was visibly annoyed and had threatened to stab you less than a minute ago.

His eyes darted to the knife laying down on the desk just long enough for you to notice and shut up.

"well it's been fun" you laughed awkwardly quickly standing up and walking towards the door, when you felt an arm grab your wrist and pull. you were forcibly spun around by William until you were practically against him.

"you didn't answer my question love" you would never admit it but you had grown fond of all the nicknames, but williams ego didn't need anymore stroking. "which finger do you need the least."

you swallowed the lump in your throat and starred up at him silently pleading him to not cut your finger off.

"if you don't want me to, you're going to have to beg me not to" no way you refused to sink that low, asking nicely maybe but beg absolutely not, not for anyone and especially not for William. "oh well then we'll start with the middle finger eh?"

"hey now, haha" you tryed to back away from him only to notice you had been backed up against the door. "please maybe don't do that?" god this was pathetic, you weren't used to being this scared of someone, well anything really, there was no doubt in your mind that William would cut off all your fingers one by one.

"hmmm not good enough" he chuckled as he began to press the knife against your finger enough to draw blood.

"please?" your finger was starting to sting when you felt a sharp pain, the blade had broken the skin. "please, p-please, sto-p" you stuttered out, you weren't one for begging and under other circumstances would have taken it, but something in you knew he wouldn't stop at cutting off fingers.

"hmmm" god what a smug asshole. "ok then, but next time doll try not to be such a pain in the ass" his usual smirk returned to his face as you felt yours heat up with embarrassment, you turned to leave his office and unlocked the door. "oh and y/n" you were surprised he used your name for once. "make sure to get cleaned up before henry sees you"

With the sigh you left his office and made your way into the employee bathroom, sure the public one was closer but it was disgusting.
it took a good 30 minutes for the but to stop bleeding enough to wash.

Williams pov

He sat down in his chair spinning the bloody knife in between his fingers
'what i would give to have him pressed against my desk again' the thought excited him, as he watched the blood slowly drop down the edge of the knife he moved it closer to his face before licking it clean.
part of him felt disgust for what he had just done but the rest of him didn't have the energy to care enough.
all he could think about was the taste of your blood as it filled his mouth completely.
he began to involuntary smile, not his usual smirk a manic crazed smile. he wanted to make you bleed again.

idk how many words 1000 and something i think

A/N IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IS REALLY BAD I HAVE SO MUCH SCHOOL WORK ITS PAINFUL